Does anyone really know who they are? Is it for us to decide or for the others who make an assumption by sometimes inaccurate judgments? Or even worse…accurate judgments that can fall in any direction depending on our mood at the time of the first encounter? Working at a resort hotel in The Hamptons comparable only to The Bates gave me the opportunity to meet people from all walks of life. From the A List celebrities to their occasionally disgruntled hired help.  One weekend in August I had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Geoffrey Gray.  In this case he had no idea who he was.  He checked in as a guest of someone else, out here to cover a local fundraising concert event.  I don’t think he had any clue that when he spoke his name at the front desk he would get the reaction that he did from me.  He told me the name he was registered under, then nonchalantly told me his name.  His reaction to my reaction was what one would have referred to as a Kodak moment.  He had no idea that to me he is the man who can take you from a fabulous dinner at a quaint hideaway in Spain or the after effects of a boxing match in just minutes and leave you with such a  feeling that you’ve actually been there yourself, that you have to wipe the sweat off your brow.Mr. Gray actually laughed when I asked him if he was really the Geoffrey Gray who writes for New York Magazine and he seemed to think it was even more entertaining that I knew who he was and proceeded to ask him who in their right mind didn’t ? His articles are read by millions, and as it seemed to me he had no clue how his work affects just regular people like me on a daily basis.  He was a welcome change to the paparazzi craving tourist clan that migrates to The East End doing cartwheels backwards or spending a month’s rent in a NY penthouse just to get their picture on a page in a local tabloid. A moment I won’t forget.